I love the Emmy’s. Even more so recently since I’ve been expanding my small screen entertainment choices along with the boom of ridiculously crazy good shows that are popping up everywhere (shout out to streaming websites, you guys are doing great! And FX, great come-back).

Here are some of my thoughts of last Sunday night:

My usual “Need-To-Watch” list that I make during the Emmy’s was a lot shorter this year. It’s three shows long: Fargo (Season 2), The Night Manager, and The People Vs. O.J. Simpson. All of which were already part of my already existing list of shows to watch and catch up on.

Mr. Robot was a pleasant surprise! I’m glad more and more genre (geeky genre) TV shows are getting treated with more respect.

Same goes for Orphan Black!

Speaking of Mr. Robot… I knew Rami Malek is cute but I never got the “hottie” appeal from him. But damn, he looked so dapper and his lisp? HIS LISP? HE HAD A LISP! AND IT WAS CLASSY AF.

Okay, I’m sorry. I just never thought I’d like a man in a white tux this much.

So glad Master of None got some attention, particularly the “Parents” episode. I related to that episode so much and I never thought I’d see an episode that mirrored my family closely.

Yes, that’s a quote from Hamilton the musical. And yes, it’s also something I’ve been saying for my past number of birthdays (I am not claiming ownership over this line, it’s merely a concept that I have been musing about since I turned 20 years of age).

But no, in all sincerity. I never thought I would live past my teenage years. And even though I came from a poor country like Alexander Hamilton, it’s not because I thought I was going to die in a gruesome way, I just never thought about a 20+, 30+, 40+, 50+, etc (if God may)-me.

In job interviews, I always hated the 10 year question.

Where do I see myself in 10 years?

I honestly don’t know because I don’t even know where I’m going to be in the next year. And this seems like a trend in most people who hit their mid-20s in any generation but particularly this generation and the couple before it. But I’m not here to talk philosophically or sociologically dissect this phenomena. I’m here to make an attempt in calming my panic-driven, anxiety-fueled, turning of age.

I started writing this post 15-minutes before the clock strikes midnight and I turn over to the next quarter century of my life. And now I have 5 minutes left.

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To my 26-year old self in the 5-minute future,

Remember all those cheesy motivational posts about now influential people and where they were at your age. It’s cheesy as hell but it’s a reminder that everyone will have the same path to the end of a same journey.